Some where over the rainbow
Is just another cold down poor,
And I'd suggest a pot of gold,
If I didn't think that you were
So stupid that you'd actually believe it.
This fairy tail is beyond our eyes,
Get it through your fucking head.
These tails not an inch taller
Than the fragile wings it gives,
And you've never even learned to fly.
So just go... Go ahead, cry about it,
Drown your sorrow in lover's lane
Until your tears have been exploited.
Lock away your 5 year old ambitions
As you see your childhood idol's
Playhouse doors latched and boarded,
All except for that open keyhole
To gaze upon all his dirt little secrets.
That yellow brick road withers
Into the balancing beam: progression,
Cracking upon its every center fold;
It becomes that yellow line on the go.
Don't you know? Life has surpassed you,
As that haggling bitch accidentally
Swaps a quater for your hollow soul.